Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 696 | 2018-08-26 00:25:33 | 53.70 | 98% |
| 40 | 2018-04-12 02:23:45 | 76.63 | 98% |